no screeching last night.
in breaths of quiet, light
wind
the train pattered in grandma’s slippers
sliding along the linoleum kitchen floor,
hardly going anywhere
and the whistle was not a blaster,
instead it gave soft puffs
like puh, with a long breath between the next muh.
muh, ma, as if needed to be picked up and cuddled
the train pattered in grandma’s slippers
sliding along the linoleum kitchen floor,
hardly going anywhere
and the whistle was not a blaster,
instead it gave soft puffs
like puh, with a long breath between the next muh.
muh, ma, as if needed to be picked up and cuddled
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